by Nnabuchi Akpeh
Published on: Nov 9, 2006
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Type: Poetry

Always thoughy I was immune
Of course I am
Such things cant happen to me

But what if . . .
No!

She didn't look one
so spotless and beautiful
The clippers looked clean
I saw him wipe it

Hm mm . . . is that all?
what about that blade?

Yes, what about it?
It was quite new
Doc gave it to me
He used it just once

But what if . . .

All around they are
Everyone, hale and hearty
not a sign
Which of them?
me?

But I checked!
When?
Not so long ago
How long?
I don't know...I cant say

In the midst of all
I suffer silently

What if...

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